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yo woman iz fuckin - dice lyrics

your woman is f-ckin
overheard? my bullets you be duckin’
why you was at work my d-ck she was suckin’
and she’s your fiancé
i’m on 7-mile grippin your allanté
she’s lickin’ my -ss and kissin’ your babies
she f-cked my pit, she might got rabies
n-gg-s fight over hoes, i call em sweet peas
no time for that, n-gg- i’m clockin’ big gs
b-tches be playin’ like they all in
ain’t no n-gg-s around she f-ck her girlfriend
when your woman gets hot, no way to stop her
leave with your homies, she’s givin’ p-ssy to poppa
b-tches are mad, i beg your pardon
f-ck anything after a gl-ss of rémy martin
smoke a joint, her p-ssy gets real warm
she’s game to f-ck any n-gg- back from desert storm
she’s your wife, i don’t trust those
motherf-ck her, ’cause look at rob bust those
n-gg- stepped to me, talkin’ ’bout buckin’
step back, jack because your woman is f-ckin!

your woman is f-ckin (he just a friend)
your woman is f-ckin (he ain’t even my mothaf-ckin type)
your woman is f-ckin (he was just givin’ me a ride)
your woman is f-ckin (that’s my cousin from outta town)
your woman is f-ckin (i was workin overtime)
your woman is f-ckin (he don’t even like women)
your woman is f-ckin (he ain’t got no change)
your woman is f-ckin (you know i love you, i wouldn’t do that to you, baby)

- dice lyrics

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